Autumn Trask swore off military men years ago. Between being raised by a father who lost both legs in the Gulf War, and the death of her fiancé she knows her heart can’t take more. She keeps her head down and focuses on running her motorcycle shop. The arrival of the retired military hottie shouldn’t derail her like it does. Despite her attraction, she’s determined to push him away.

Lincoln “Linc” Myer is looking for something. After losing a leg in Afghanistan six years ago he worked hard to get back into life. In an effort to find something different, he took a tour around the states on his bike. He stops in Lake Point to visit his old friend Clay Ryley and becomes immediately entranced by the pink-haired beauty and spunk that is Autumn.

A freak accident changes everything. Can Autumn get over her fears in time? Or will her chance at love skip town?

***All books in Holidays at Lake Point are standalone reads.

What Others Are Saying About Stars, Stripes & Motorbikes

Wow what can I say about Stars, Stripes & motorbikes.It is simply amazing. It brings into perspective of what losing someone can do, but it's okay to be happy again.This story follows their lives. I loved how it was a slow build up, and not just rushed into relationship. It shows you can find happiness as long as you take one day at a time. I couldn't put it down from first page, I had to know how it all ended. WTMO ~ Charlotte IsaacTo put it simply I loved this book. This was a new to me author and I have a feeling I'll be going back over her back catalog because of how much I loved this book. Linc is quite simply magnificent. Autumn has her issues and her reasons for how she is that are understandable and Linc deals with those issues and everything that happens in the book frankly with grace, even though that's an attribute normally considered feminine in nature. It was really nice to read a book that understands bikers (not MC) as well as this one does.~ HeadTripping BooksWhen Linc rolls into Lake Point he doesn't know what he is after or going to do. When LInc sees Autumn she makes him wish for a new beginning. Autumn is hiding some secrets and doesn't want to date a Soldier ever again will see get past those feelings or will she let the past get in her way? Linc hasn't told Autumn everything about himself will she understand that he isn't just any Solider? Can these too get past the past and move forward to the future? This couple is a very complex couple both so head strong and determined to get their ways. Grabs you from the first word until the very last word.~ Patricia Ann Blevins***Reviews can be found on www.amazon.com

Sarah Cass' world is regularly turned upside down by her three special needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers; dabbling in horror, straight fiction and urban fantasy. She loves historicals and romance, and characters who are real and flawed, so she writes to understand what makes her fictional people tick. And she lives for a happy ending - eventually. And enough twists to make it look like she enjoys her title of Queen of Trauma Drama a little too much.An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible; she may emerge scarred, but always stronger. The rhythms to her activities drive her words forward, pushing her through the labyrinths of the heart and the nightmares of the mind, driving her to find resolutions to her character's problems.While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpse into her life and art. You can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on Facebook.

Life can't get any worse for Gabe, and with Melody gone, it's the perfect chance for evil to step in.

Max's visions predict a future where darkness and old foes rise, bringing fire and pain. In its wake, Gabe and his friends must face certain death.

In the final instalment of the Angels of London series, can the Nephilim defeat this rising threat, or will darkness consume them all?

L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. She has been writing since her teens - everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog - http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.

Cass is in love with heaven and hell-- her heart belongs to two men who aren’t exactly mortal. Cairo is the captain of the football team, all-around hero... and also part angel. Thames is a bad boy biker and has demon blood.

Both guys want Cass for themselves. With her heart torn in two, Cassia doesn’t know who she should choose.

Faline Delamore is the best demon hunter there is, but she just wants to be a normal college student. When her path crosses with Cassia’s she finds herself caught up in a similar romance, which exposes the truth about her dark past. She falls for the very thing she’s supposed to kill-- a demon.

But love isn’t the worst fate has in store for the Delamore girls.

There’s an angel hell bent on gaining control of the human race. He longs to turn his idea of heaven on earth into reality, but his utopia resembles a dictatorship more than a paradise. The two sisters are the only ones who can stop him.

Judgement day is coming. Cassia and Faline are humanity’s last hope. Heaven and earth will be shaken by the depth of their power and the strength of their magic. Will true love, the meaning of family, and the bonds of sisterhood be enough to conquer evil and restore peace?

Megan Linski is the owner of Gryfyn Publishing. She is best known for her popular series The Shifter Prophecy, The Kingdom Saga, and The Rhodi Saga, as well as recognized for her work on the Creatures of the Lands series. In 2014, Linski published the Creatures of the Lands series in Lison's honor.

Linski is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness and suicide prevention, and is an active fighter against common variable immune deficiency disorder.

Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior Elle Richards can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.

Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.

Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launch them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!

Born and currently residing in Texas, Angela works as a nurse during the day and an author by night. She's addicted to cleaning, coffee, and fuzzy socks. When not spending time with her husband and their three children, working or writing, she's reading a good book or listening to music.

Frantically, I searched her face until I reached her wounded eyes, and my insides knotted with uncertainty. I claimed her lips with mine, fitting perfectly together. Her mouth opened, and the salty taste of her tears forced reality into the room. As much as I wanted the kiss to linger, I had to make her understand how much I wanted her, and only her. Reluctantly, I backed away.

"I've loved you since we were kids. I wanted it to be me instead of that dick, Mark James, on your first date. I've wanted you so fucking bad, but I never told you how I felt because the thought of losing you, even as a friend, terrified me."

Her green, shock-filled eyes pooled with tears again. I did the only thing I thought would make her believe me. My hand wrapped around the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. I inched her closer until I felt her soft lips against mine.

The kiss started in a slow exploration. The moment my tongue met hers, her breath caught and her body shivered. My heart raced like a jackhammer when her fingers spread through my wet hair and the kiss deepened.

Damn she felt good, and tasted even better. Her lips were soft, but eager for more. Her hair felt like smooth silk beneath my hand. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against me, only it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

“Then we will begin your first lesson in obedience.” He walked to the bed, sat down on the edge, and patted his thighs. “Come here and lie across my lap.”

I glanced around the room wildly, but there was nowhere to go. Besides, if I tried to run, he’d just drag me back. Better to give in and retain at least a little of my dignity.

“Every moment you delay will add to your punishment.”

I shot a malevolent look at him but managed to keep my mouth shut for once.

Those ten steps across the room might as well have been a mile. I preferred the way it had unfolded last night, when he’d grabbed me and yanked me over his lap. Making me come to him for punishment added humiliation to the riot of feelings warring inside me.

I stopped in front of him but he didn’t move, so I awkwardly arranged myself bottom-up over his knees. He never said a word, simply let the tension build until I wanted to yell at him to get it over with already.

When his hand cracked down on my bottom, I changed my mind.

Last night, I’d been in shock when he spanked me. Tonight I thought I knew what to expect. It would sting and burn but I could handle a little pain.

He gave me another whack. I gasped and realized I was wrong. It hurt. Much worse than I remembered. With every smack, the sting grew more harsh, the lick of fire on my bottom more fierce. I realized right away that my backside was still tender from his spanking last night. It took every ounce of willpower I had to lie there and take it.

My stoic silence seemed to goad him into spanking me even harder. I gritted my teeth against the searing pain…and then it happened. Just like last night. I was suddenly aware of his cock, thick and hard. I could feel the heat of it even through his trousers. His hard palm cracked against my bare ass again and a blast of heat rocked through me, all the way to my core.

I tried to concentrate on the harsh sting, the burning, but some primitive part of my brain kicked in and all I could think about was how hot I’d gotten when he penetrated my ass with that smooth hard rod last night after spanking me. I didn’t even realize I’d ground myself against him until I heard that low rumbling deep in his throat. The one that made him sound like a savage beast ready to pounce.

I thought having to present myself for punishment was humiliating but this was so much worse. I rolled over to face him. “NO.”

He moved so swiftly I had no time to react. Yanking me back across his lap, spanking me over and over so hard it brought tears to my eyes. I bit back a cry of pain and he stopped.

“You will apologize for your behavior, assume the position, and ask me to put in your tail – or I’ll take a paddle to you, then strap you to the bench over there and insert it anyway.”

He waited for my response.

I glanced across the room where he’d pointed. Sure enough, a sturdy wooden bench with a padded top sat in the shadows against the far wall. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like there were leather straps attached to the four legs.

I could continue to be defiant and make my life here miserable or I could swallow my pride and do as I was told. I hate to admit it, but the thought of spreading my bottom cheeks for him, yielding to his dominance, sent a shameful thrill coursing through my body.

He stood me on my feet and crossed his arms, waiting. Once again, I’d have to show my submission by voluntarily assuming the position he wanted.

I leaned forward, buried my face in the bed and reached behind me, spreading myself apart for him with both hands. My ass cheeks were hot and stinging from the spanking. A decadent shiver shot through me at the sight I must be presenting.

Oh, dear Goddess, I really was a slut. How could something so embarrassing be such a turn-on?

Crash landed on an alien world. Lost in a jungle. Captured by a savage. Now I have a choice. Mate with their prince - or die.

It’s been a rough day.

Except I don’t have a choice. Not really. The High Priest threatens to put my entire crew to death unless I agree. So I make him a deal. I’ll mate with the future king and give him an heir – in exchange for their freedom.

Turns out my new mate is a mouth-watering, seven foot tall bronze hunk. He’s so hot he could be the star of one of the tacky romance novels I’m secretly addicted to.

Unfortunately this planet requires females to obey their mates or be disciplined. I’m not the submissive type, so I get punished by my new mate. A lot. But I’m determined this alien alpha will never break me. Night after night I defy him.

As time goes on, his stern discipline and passionate lovemaking are awakening dark desires in me. Wicked desires I’ve never felt before.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

A note from the author: Her Savage Mate is based on the characters in my story in the USA TODAY bestselling box set Alien Alphas. I’ve added lots of steamy hot new scenes to make it a full-length standalone novel.

USA Today Bestselling author Kallista Dane's steamy romances have hit #1 in Amazon's Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in Sci-Fi Romance, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and BDSM.

She combines eroticism with adventure and intrigue, weaving tale of strong, independent women tangling with the hot Alpha and Omega males who appear in their lives when they expect it least but need them the most.

Kallista loves gardening, chocolate, traveling, chocolate, scuba diving... and did we mention chocolate? She likes to say she's a little like Goldilocks - she's lived in northern Michigan, where it is way too cold and the Florida Keys, but that was way too hot. Now she makes her home in North Carolina where it's (usually) just right!

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Archer has always wanted what he can’t have—Quinn Dawson. Since the
moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in
his heart he knows only she can fill.

Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right.
But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess
it would create if Archer made a move on his best friend’s baby sister.

It was supposed to be one night, but one night is all it takes to make
everything more complicated, and they only have nine short months to sort it
all out.

Those
little bitty shorts ride up her tight ass as she walks. I want to put my hands
on it. Press my cock up against it as I kiss her neck, gathering her hair into
one hand and move it over her shoulder.

I swallow
hard. I can’t think like that. Not here. Not now.

Not ever.

“Are you
done?” Quinn puts one hand on her hip and for a split second I think she knows
what I’m thinking.

“Yeah,” I
say, picking up my last piece of bacon. I pop it in my mouth and stand,
bringing my plate over to the sink. Quinn takes it from me and bends over to
let the dogs lick the remnants of eggs. Her ass is in the air right in front of
me, and I wonder if she’s doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me.

Because she
is, and I have to change my stance thanks to my hardening cock.

“Quinn,” I
start, not sure what to say, but I have to say something. “We should talk.”

“About
what?” She straightens up and rounds on me, crossing her arms. Her eyes meet
mine, drilling in with an intensity I’ve never seen from her. She has little
flecks of blue in her brilliant green irises that I haven’t noticed before.

I move
closer, stepping over Boots. If I say it now, there will be no more wondering.
No more waiting. She’ll either take me or leave me, but at least I’ll know. I
can kiss her now or move on. Somehow, someway.

It’s not
hard. All I have to do is open my mouth and let the words come out, speaking
with unwavering vehemence as I tell her how I feel.

Yet, I
can’t.

Standing
here looking at Quinn, with her messy hair, thick sweater hiding her perfect
tits, and dogs circling around her feet in hopes of more food, I feel more
nervous that I did the first time I stood in front of a patient on the
operating table with a scalpel in my hand.

“Archer?”

“Your
wrist. How’s your wrist?”

“My wrist?”
she questions, nostrils flaring. She lets out a sigh and picks up the plate the
dogs licked clean. “Same as yesterday. I ordered a posture brace on Amazon to
help with my shoulder pain, not that you care.”

I’d offer
to massage her shoulders, but the moment my hands land on her back, all bets
are off.

Suddenly,
Quinn advances. She’s inches away, arms crossed tightly over her chest and head
tipped up to mine.

“That’s not
what you wanted to talk about.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and
cocks her head. “Is it?”

“Quinn.”

“Don’t Quinn
me, Archer Jones. You know as well as I do you weren’t going to talk to my
about my wrist.” She lets out a frustrated breath and lets her arms fall to the
sides. Her fingers brush against me, and my skin feels electric just from that small
touch.

Goddammit.

“But fine.
I’ll play that game. Here.” She holds up her hand. “Examine me, doctor.”

Her words
are meant to mock, but they do the opposite. I’ll examine every inch of her
body. Twice. Three times. Just to be certain nothing was missed.

I take her
wrist and tug her forward, knocking her off balance so she falls against me,
both her hands flat on my chest. I slip my other hand around her waist,
stopping at the small of her back. Quinn’s lips part and she gasps.

Instead of
struggling to get away, she relaxes in my arms, and nothing has ever felt more
right.

Even though
this is wrong.

Quinn is in
my arms, back arched and tits against my chest. My cock is hard, pulsing
against the confines of my jeans. Thunder booms above and Quinn shivers.

“Do you
still want to talk?” My voice is gruffer than I intend, but the harshness does
something for Quinn. She slides her hands up my chest and around my shoulders.

“There are
other things I’d rather do,” she says, voice breathy. Fuck. She’s killing me. She
brushes her hips against mine, feeling my erection through my pants. “And I
think you would too.”

I do. I so
fucking do and she knows it.

“Archer,”
she says softly and hearing her whisper my name is almost enough to make me
come right then and there. I slowly bring my face down to hers. I’m going to
kiss her. After all this time, it’s finally fucking happening.

Author Bio

Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of
books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boys and
happily ever afters.

She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters.
When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or
drinking wine with friends.